This Angry Silence

I hear my father shouting at my mother In the room next door He's always threatening to pack his bags 'Cause he can't take anymore And my brother's anorexic But no one seems to care about the state he's in And my sister's in the tub, she's a barmaid in a pub And my mother's full of gin Can you hear? Can you hear? Can you hear This angry silence? I spend the days on my own Writing silly poetry Writing poems for the girl I love But she doesn't love me And I'm scared to go out at night It's not safe on the streets And it's hard to disagree in today's society You can't trust anyone you meet Can you hear? Can you hear? Can you hear This angry silence? Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen This angry silence Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen This angry silence This angry silence This angry silence This angry silence